Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.